Just for fun

I don't know what I did before the internet. Really. Who'da thunkit that something other that TV would actually rob me of countless precious hours of my day?!

I was in the mood for a chuckle, so I did a bit of a search for a couple of quotes from an old TV show that, IMHO, should be resurrected and played in syndication on a major network during prime time.

The writing was brilliant, colorful, unexpected and at times downright caustic. Being a Yankee, but having lived in the south, I find a greater appreciation for this show now than I ever did growing up (maybe it's because with age comes wisdom).

Here's to you, Julia, Charlene, Suzanne, Mary Jo, Anthony, and (bless her heart!) Bernice.

Yes, and I gather from your comments there are a couple of other things you don't know, Marjorie. For example, you probably didn't know that Suzanne was the only contestant in Georgia pageant history to sweep every category except congeniality, and that is not something the women in my family aspire to anyway. Or that when she walked down the runway in her swimsuit, five contestants quit on the spot. Or that when she emerged from the isolation booth to answer the question, "What would you do to prevent war?" she spoke so eloquently of patriotism, battlefields and diamond tiaras, grown men wept. And you probably didn't know, Marjorie, that Suzanne was not just any Miss Georgia, she was the Miss Georgia. She didn't twirl just a baton, that baton was on fire. And when she threw that baton into the air, it flew higher, further, faster than any baton has ever flown before, hitting a transformer and showering the darkened arena with sparks! And when it finally did come down, Marjorie, my sister caught that baton, and 12,000 people jumped to their feet for sixteen and one-half minutes of uninterrupted thunderous ovation, as flames illuminated her tear-stained face! And that, Marjorie - just so you will know - and your children will someday know - is the night the lights went out in Georgia!

And then, there's this one:

If I miss my dinner with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter because of this, you're going to pay and pay big. I'm going to find you and hunt you down like a dog! I'm talking about you running through the woods in the snow with blood hounds ripping your clothes off! And remember Charlene, I have your address. You'd be wise to ask yourself "Do I know where my baby is?"